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“I married the right woman all along…”

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She becomes the stand-in wife for a reason. But the day her nominal husband divorces her, she panics, and so she burns her alimony down with a smile.

When she thinks she is free from her terrible fate, she finds herself tied to the same marriage with the same fake name. 

As she lives in someone’s shadow, would her nominal husband discover her secret?

EXCERPT:

“Fine. I will accept your marriage proposal on one condition,” the woman across from Aleckin Ferrero said confidently.

“Bring it on.” With the same confidence, Aleckin issued a challenge.

“Alright, then. First, once I become Mrs. Ferrero, I am not required to appear in public. Second, I must remain inside my bedroom the entire time—unless Grandpa wants me to visit him...”

“Hold on…” Aleckin blinked. His brain seemed malfunctioning, as he could not grasp what she was saying. “Come again?”

He must have heard it wrong. Every woman on this planet was desperate to link their name to his. They were killing each other to win him over and become Mrs. Ferrero. 

However, in contrast, the woman he proposed a contractual marriage to, as the fake matriarch of the Ferrero household, has now expressed a desire for a different arrangement.

Who in their right mind would request to lock her up instead of enjoying the lavish life of a billionaire's wife?

This is the first time he has encountered such a thing! 

‘Is something wrong in her head?’

Mr. CEO, You Married The Wrong Bride Twice

"Aleckin Ferrero! Why are you bothering our Becca?"

Aleckin raised an eyebrow as he listened to Elric. Of those who could have arrived first, the immature ones.

Seeing him sitting close to Rebecca, Elric approached him, grabbed him by the shoulder, and shoved him to the side.

Aleckin grimaced at what he did. He nearly stumbled to the floor. Suppose he did... How embarrassing that would be in front of Rebecca.

Glaring at Elric, Aleckin straightened his back and fixed his shirt. He snapped, "Elric Hudson! Are you courting death?"

"Hah! Who says you can sit on Becca's bed?" Elric returned the question instead.

'What is he? A little child fussing as if someone stole his candy?'

Aleckin darkened his countenance. Whenever he encountered this guy, he had a headache dealing with his foolishness.

You Are Childish